The Sweet Stench Of Revenge — Part 4.

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Now, where were we? You remember, McKlusky the bully had made me wear panties when I was at school, and I happened to meet him some years later. I will continue. Over the next week McKlusky called no less than 27 times. He was chasing me like a dog that had the scent of a bitch, and needed to find her. This was fine by me. I didn’t return any of the calls.

It so happened that one of the other jobs that I’d interviewed for panned out. I accepted a position with a cruise line based in Miami, working in the public relations department. It was just a six month contract, but that suited me just fine.

My neighbor in the apartment complex in which I live had shown interest in subletting my place for his sister, and with a little organization I got myself set with the intention of heading south at the end of the month.

This really left only one thing; screwing over McKlusky. I hoped in some way McKlusky had gained some enjoyment from his cruelty to me when I was a young teen. I say that only because I knew I was going to savor every moment of my vengence.

And so, with a little help of a gay friend of mine who was visiting town, Micheal, I formulated a plan. Revenge is, as they say, a…